Angeline sat diagonally across from her Grandmother, Geraldine. The tea cart was set beautifully with an Hermes teapot, a small plate of lemon wedges, and a small crystal bowl of sugar cubes. Geraldine’s butler Geoffry was offering slices of lemon cake and frosted petit fours. Sunday tea with Grandmother Geraldine was a family tradition – one that it was understood was not to be trifled with. Angeline glanced at her Grandmother, who gave her a small smile. After this day Angeline’s mother Beatrice would no longer be a problem. Geoffry knew his business well, and was loyal to a fault. Angeline was Geraldine’s heir apparent, and no one, not even her mother, was going to trifle with that.
(c) March 2021 Bonnie Cehovet
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